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因为奥立弗知道布朗罗先生居住的街名，他们可以照直开到那儿去。马车折进了那条街，他的心剧烈地跳起来，几乎喘不过气。 'Now, my boy, which house is it?' inquired Mr. Losberne. “说吧，我的孩子，是哪一所房子？”罗斯伯力先生问道。 'That! That!' replied Oliver, pointing eagerly out of the window. 'The white house. Oh! make haste! Pray make haste! I feel as if I should die: it makes me tremble so.' “那一所。那一所。”奥立弗一边回答，一边急迫从车窗里往外指点着。“那所白房子。呃，快呀。开快一点。我觉得自己好像要死了，身上老是哆嗦。” 'Come, come!' said the good doctor, patting him on the shoulder. 'You will see them directly, and they will be overjoyed to find you safe and well.' “到啦，到啦。”好心的大夫拍了拍他的肩膀，说道，“你马上就要看见他们了，他们见到你安然无事，肯定会喜出望外的。” 'Oh! I hope so!' cried Oliver. 'They were so good to me; so very, very good to me.' “呃！我就巴望那样！”奥立弗大声说道，“他们对我真好，非常非常好。” 
马车朝前开去，停下了。不，不是这所房子，隔壁才是。车又开了几步，重新停了下来。奥立弗抬头望着那些窗户，几颗泪珠饱含着欢乐的期待滚下面颊。 Alas! the white house was empty, and there was a bill in the window. 'To Let.' 天啦！白色的房子空空如也，窗扉上贴着一张招贴：“出租”。 'Knock at the next door,' cried Mr. Losberne, taking Oliver's arm in his. 'What has become of Mr. Brownlow, who used to live in the adjoining house, do you know?' “敲敲邻居的门看。”罗斯伯力先生大声说，一边挽住奥立弗的胳臂。“您知道不知道，过去住在隔壁的布朗罗先生上哪儿去了？” The servant did not know; but would go and inquire. She presently returned, and said, that Mr. Brownlow had sold off his goods, and gone to the West Indies, six weeks before. Oliver clasped his hands, and sank feebly backward. 邻家的女仆不知道，但愿意回去问一问。她不一会就回来了，说六个星期之前，布朗罗先生已经变卖了物品，到西印度群岛去了。奥立弗十指交叉，身子往后一仰，瘫倒在地。 'Has his housekeeper gone too?' inquired Mr. Losberne, after a moment's pause. “他的管家也走了？”罗斯伯力先生犹豫了一下，问道。 
“是的，先生，”女仆回答，“老先生，管家，还有一位绅士是布朗罗先生的朋友，全都一块儿走了。” 'Then turn towards home again,' said Mr. Losberne to the driver; 'and don't stop to bait the horses, till you get out of this confounded London!' “那就掉头回家吧，”罗斯伯力先生对车夫说，“你不要停下来喂马，等开出这该死的伦敦城再说。” 'The book-stall keeper, sir?' said Oliver. 'I know the way there. See him, pray, sir! Do see him!' “去找那位书摊掌柜，好不好，先生？”奥立弗说道，“我认识上那儿去的路。去见见他，求求您了，先生。去见见他吧。” 'My poor boy, this is disappointment enough for one day,' said the doctor. 'Quite enough for both of us. If we go to the book-stall keeper's, we shall certainly find that he is dead, or has set his house on fire, or run away. No; home again straight!' And in obedience to the doctor's impulse, home they went. “我可怜的孩子，这一天已经够令人失望的了，”大夫说，“我们俩都受够了。如果我们去找那个书摊掌柜，保准会发现他死掉了，要不就是放火烧了自家的房子，或者溜之大吉了。不，这就直接回家。”在大夫的一时冲动之下，他们便回家去了。 This bitter disappointment caused Oliver much sorrow and grief, even in the midst of his happiness; for he had pleased himself, many times during his illness, with thinking of all that Mr. Brownlow and Mrs. Bedwin would say to him: and what delight it would be to tell them how many long days and nights he had passed in reflecting on what they had done for him, and in bewailing his cruel separation from them. The hope of eventually clearing himself with them, too, and explaining how he had been forced away, had buoyed him up, and sustained him, under many of his recent trials; and now, the idea that they should have gone so far, and carried with them the belief that the was an impostor and a robber--a belief which might remain uncontradicted to his dying day--was almost more than he could bear. 这一次大失所望的寻访发生在奥立弗满心欢喜的时刻，搞得他非常惋惜、伤心。患病期间，他无数次高高兴兴地想到，布朗罗先生和贝德温太太将要向他讲些什么，自己也会向他们讲述，有多少个漫长的日日夜夜，他都是在回忆他们替他做的那些事，痛惜自己与他们给生拉活扯地拆散了，能向他们讲述这一切该是多么惬意。总有一天能在他们面前洗去自己身上的污垢，说清自己是如何横遭绑架的，这个希望激励着他，支持着他熬过了最近的一次次考验。现在，他们到那么远的地方去了，带着他是一个骗子兼强盗的信念走了--他们的这个信念，也许一直到自己离开尘世之日也无法辩解了--他几乎承受不了这样的想法。 
然而，这种情况丝毫也没有改变他的几位恩人的态度。又是两个星期过去了，温暖、晴好的天气开始稳定，花草树木长出了嫩绿的叶片和鲜艳的繁花，这时，他们作好了准备，要离开杰茨的这所房子几个月。他们把曾经使费金垂涎三尺的餐具送到银行寄存起来，留下凯尔司和另一个仆人看房子，带着奥立弗到远处一所乡村别墅去了。 Sending the plate, which had so excited Fagin's cupidity, to the banker's; and leaving Giles and another servant in care of the house, they departed to a cottage at some distance in the country, and took Oliver with them. 这个赢弱的孩子来到一个内地的乡村，呼吸着芬芳的空气，置身于青山密林之中，谁能描述他感受到的快乐、喜悦、平和与宁静啊！ Who can describe the pleasure and delight, the peace of mind and soft tranquillity, the sickly boy felt in the balmy air, and among the green hills and rich woods, of an inland village! Who can tell how scenes of peace and quietude sink into the minds of pain-worn dwellers in close and noisy places, and carry their own freshness, deep into their jaded hearts! Men who have lived in crowded, pent-up streets, through lives of toil, and who have never wished for change; men, to whom custom has indeed been second nature, and who have come almost to love each brick and stone that formed the narrow boundaries of their daily walks; even they, with the hand of death upon them, have been known to yearn at last for one short glimpse of Nature's face; and, carried far from the scenes of their old pains and pleasures, have seemed to pass at once into a new state of being. Crawling forth, from day to day, to some green sunny spot, they have had such memories wakened up within them by the sight of the sky, and hill and plain, and glistening water, that a foretaste of heaven itself has soothed their quick decline, and they have sunk into their tombs, as peacefully as the sun whose setting they watched from their lonely chamber window but a few hours before, faded from their dim and feeble sight! The memories which peaceful country scenes call up, are not of this world, nor of its thoughts and hopes. Their gentle influence may teach us how to weave fresh garlands for the graves of those we loved: may purify our thoughts, and bear down before it old enmity and hatred; but beneath all this, there lingers, in the least reflective mind, a vague and half-formed consciousness of having held such feelings long before, in some remote and distant time, which calls up solemn thoughts of distant times to come, and bends down pride and worldliness beneath it. 又有谁能说出，祥和宁静的景色是怎样映入固守闹市的人们的脑海，又是如何将它们本身具有的活力深深地注入他们疲惫不堪的心田！人们居住在拥挤狭窄的街上，一生劳碌，从未想到过换换环境--习惯的的确确成了他们的第二天性，他们几乎可以说爱上了组成他们日常漫步的狭小天地的一砖一石--即便是他们，当死神向他们伸出手来的时候，最终也会幡然醒悟，渴望看一眼大自然的容颜。他们一旦远离旧日喜怒哀乐的场面，似乎立刻进入了一个崭新的天地。日复一日，他们缓缓走向充满阳光的绿色草地，一看到天空、山丘、平原和湖光水影，他们便在内心唤醒了记忆，只须预先品尝一下天国的滋味便可抚平飞速衰朽的痛苦，他们像西下的落日一样平静地进入自己的坟墓，几个小时以前，他们还曾孤独地守在卧室窗日，望着落日余晖慢慢消失在自己暗淡无光的眼睛里。宁静的山乡唤起的记忆不属于这个世界，也不属于这个世界的意志与希望。这些回忆会温和地感染我们，教会我们如何编织鲜艳的花环，放在我们所爱的那些人的坟前；能净化我们的思想，压倒旧日的嫌隙怨恨。可是在这一切之下，在每一颗心灵中就算是最麻木的心灵，一个模糊不清、尚未完全成形的意识，很久以前，在某个相隔遥远的时刻，就有过这种感觉的意识，始终流连不去，启迪人们庄重地瞩目遥远的未来，将傲慢与俗念压在它的下边。 It was a lovely spot to which they repaired. Oliver, whose days had been spent among squalid crowds, and in the midst of noise and brawling, seemed to enter on a new existence there. The rose and honeysuckle clung to the cottage walls; the ivy crept round the trunks of the trees; and the garden-flowers perfumed the air with delicious odours. Hard by, was a little churchyard; not crowded with tall unsightly gravestones, but full of humble mounds, covered with fresh turf and moss: beneath which, the old people of the village lay at rest. Oliver often wandered here; and, thinking of the wretched grave in which his mother lay, would sometimes sit him down and sob unseen; but, when he raised his eyes to the deep sky overhead, he would cease to think of her as lying in the ground, and would weep for her, sadly, but without pain. 他们去的地方真是美不胜收。奥立弗以往的日子都是耗费在龌龊的人群和喧闹的争吵当中，在这里他似乎得到了新生。玫瑰和忍冬环绕着别墅的墙垣，常春藤爬满树干，园中百花芬芳。附近有一块小小的教堂墓地，那里没有挤满高大丑陋的墓碑，全是一些不起眼的坟茔，上面覆盖着嫩草和绿苔，村里的老人就长眠在下边。奥立弗时常在这里徘徊，有时想起埋葬他母亲的荒冢，他就坐下来，偷偷地哭一阵。但是，他一旦抬起眼睛，朝头上深邃的长空望去，就不再想像她还长眠在黄土之下，虽然也会为她伤心落泪，但并不感到痛苦。 It was a happy time. The days were peaceful and serene; the nights brought with them neither fear nor care; no languishing in a wretched prison, or associating with wretched men; nothing but pleasant and happy thoughts. Every morning he went to a white-headed old gentleman, who lived near the little church: who taught him to read better, and to write: and who spoke so kindly, and took such pains, that Oliver could never try enough to please him. Then, he would walk with Mrs. Maylie and Rose, and hear them talk of books; or perhaps sit near them, in some shady place, and listen whilst the young lady read: which he could have done, until it grew too dark to see the letters. Then, he had his own lesson for the next day to prepare; and at this, he would work hard, in a little room which looked into the garden, till evening came slowly on, when the ladies would walk out again, and he with them: listening with such pleasure to all they said: and so happy if they wanted a flower that he could climb to reach, or had forgotten anything he could run to fetch: that he could never be quick enought about it. When it became quite dark, and they returned home, the young lady would sit down to the piano, and play some pleasant air, or sing, in a low and gentle voice, some old song which it pleased her aunt to hear. There would be no candles lighted at such times as these; and Oliver would sit by one of the windows, listening to the sweet music, in a perfect rapture. 这是一段快活的时光。白昼温和而又晴朗。夜晚给他们带来的不是恐惧，也不是担忧--丝毫没有对身陷囹圄的忧思，又用不着与坏蛋周旋，只有快乐幸福的念头。每天早晨，他走进住在小教堂附近的一位白发老先生家里，老先生纠正他的读音，教他写字，他讲话是那样和气，又那样尽心尽力，奥立弗觉得无论怎么去讨他的欢心都不算过分。接下来，他可以跟梅莱太太和露丝小姐一块儿散散步，听她们谈论书上的东西。要不就紧挨着她们，坐在某个阴凉的地方，听露丝小姐朗读，他会这么听下去，一直要到天色转暗，连字母也看不清了才打住。不过，他还得预备自己第二天的功课，在一间望出去就是花园的小房间里，他埋头用功，直到黄昏渐渐来临，到时两位女士又要出去散步，他总是和她们一道，不管她们讲什么都听得津津有味。如果她们想要一朵花，而他能攀摘下来，或者忘了什么东西，他可以去跑一趟的话，他别提有多高兴，跑得再快不过了。天黑尽了，回到屋里，年轻的小姐在钢琴前边坐下，弹一支欢乐的曲子，或者用柔和的声音低声唱一首姑妈喜爱的老歌。在这样的时刻，连蜡烛也无需点上，奥立弗坐在窗户旁边，听着美妙的音乐出神。
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